WC:342
This year the silver male had made the resolution to know the members better, to try to see more of the pack members then just the few times a year that they gathered. He felt bad, he had been in the pack since the day it was made, he might have stepped down from the higher ranks, but he had still had been a member for the time frame that the pack had been around. There were few members that the Sawtooth male had believed still lived in the lands since they have come together.
He had been working on staying in lupus; he knew that he needed to be in touch with him more primal part of his shapes. The male was still trying to walk upon the tree legs; it was harder then what he thought it would be, missing that one paw made traveling for him the much harder. It was a jump forward while moving his back legs. This was way harder then what he could remember, but as the surname held true he was bullheaded more than enough not to stop till he was near mastery of that skill.
Stopping by Glassgow the male stood in the middle of the street, looking down upon it, he twitched his ears, as he looked down upon the town. There is stood in all of it wonders, the male couldn’t help but to wonder what it must have looked like when the town was alive and being used by humans. He wished he was alive and able to see the world for what it was back then, back when the humans where the rulers of the world. Now it was them, the wolf that was ruling the food chain, they did not have the knowhow to make the world run and work like how the humans did, it shouldn’t have been that hard, after all Noah knew that the humans where a lesser being and really didn’t use all of their mind in the process of one of their life’s.